1850.] Translation of the u Vichitra Ndtak." 525 



He soundeth his loud shank, 

 And his bell'd girdle ringeth. 

 Oh Lord ! I bow to thee, 

 Accept my humility. 



Thou hast various forms, 

 And the great gods are alarmed, 

 Thou art above all Gods, 

 The Prince of benevolence. 

 Thou art the First, and Last, 

 With attributes infinite ; 

 Sin sees thy flaming sword 

 And trembling tries to escape. 



Time holds the sword and bow, 

 All foes he putteth to flight, 

 His person is so bright 

 That I am fascinated, 

 His anklets sound loudly 

 And create a strange noise. 

 He is bright as lightning, 

 My love for him is sincere. 



The sound from thy anklets is pure, very pure, 

 Thy face flashes like lightning, like lightning, 

 Thy voice is of the loudest, the loudest, 

 Like the cub in the forest — the forest. 



Thou art the past, present, future, 



And only solace in this iron age. 



Thou art present everywhere 



With thy bland and delighted couutenance. 



In thy head are two savage teeth 

 Which frighten away all thy enemies, 

 When angry thou seizest a sword, — 

 Devout and brave men shout forth, Victory ! 



Thy armlets and thy anklets sound, 



And mountains tremble at thy heavy tread, 



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